Here we are in Ditmasvillethe night is quiet on this hillthe porches and the gardens make us staywhere simple is but simple goes away

She hears her neighbors yell and screamshe’s crying tears and thinks she’s seenor was it just a killing in her mindnow heavy is this heavy handed time

they will talk about youover breakfasttalk about youthey will talk about youin the back yardtalk about you

The next day facts and fiction blurdid mr.s white kill him or her?but there’s no blood, the cops were never calledperhaps it was the telly after all

streets are colored beautifulif you move here then you’re a foolcause voices in your head will get you downand murder, they want murder in this town

they will talk about youover breakfasttalk about youthey will talk about youin the back yardtalk about youthey will talk about youat the markettalk about youthey will talk about youin the back yardtalk about youthey will talk about youat the market(repeat)